Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Then, you earn a point, and if you get it wrong, you get no points.”
“Well, I am always going to get a point.”
I chuckled. “We will see. I may stump you with some of my statements.”
“That would amazing if you could.”
“I see that you too are very humble.”
“Super humble.” She took a sip of her champagne. “Oh yeah. Will there be prizes for this game?”
“There must be prizes.”
She laughed. “What is the prize?”
“The winner gets to decide what date three will be. They choose the activity that both partners can enjoy together, such as a movie night with their favorite film, a spa night with massages, a special dessert that can be shared, or. . .something much, much hotter.”
“That sounds like a good time.”
“Then, let’s begin.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sperm Competition Theory
Nibbling on the tasty dishes and sipping champagne, Tristan and I took our time writing down our statements.
During this silent moment, I couldn’t help but take a minute to reflect on how much I was enjoying this date with Tristan. Not only was he incredibly good-looking, with his chiseled features and intense gaze that seemed to pierce my soul, but there was also an undeniably deep connection forming between us.
When his laughter filled the room, my heart swelled with happiness.
Additionally, Tristan always listened intently when I spoke, making me feel truly seen and appreciated. I had never felt this way with anyone else before.
It was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
Already, I was realizing that I wouldn’t want this connection to fade. I hoped that whatever happened between us, we could somehow still be good friends and stay in touch. The thought of losing the bond we were creating made me uneasy. I knew that Tristan was someone special, and I didn’t want to let him slip away.
I silently made a promise to myself to cherish the moments we shared and to do everything in my power to nurture the connection between us. No matter what the future held, I was determined to hold onto the friendship we were building, even if our paths eventually led us in different directions.
“Alright.” Tristan placed all of the folded papers into the jar. “Are you ready?”
I smirked. “I am.”
“Then, you are first. Grab one out of the jar.”
“I hope I get this.”
“I hope you don’t. I want to win.”
Chuckling, I picked up the first statement, unfolded the paper, and read it.
Wow.
His gaze never left mine. “Go ahead and read it out loud.”
“You definitely wrote this.”
He grinned.
I cleared my throat. “The statement says, ‘I like to watch my lover’s pussy being licked and sucked on by another man.’”
Oh my.
Searing heat scorched through my veins, setting a fire of need in my belly that only intensified as I imagined myself on the floor.
I saw my legs spread wide, my most intimate parts exposed to the unknown man kneeling before me, his tongue lashing against my clit like an animal ravenous for water. And beside me, Tristan watched with desire burning in his eyes and his erection bulging unbearably at his pants.
Tristan pulled me out of the fantasy. “What do you think, Nova? Would I want to watch a man lick your pussy?”
Mmmm.
I swallowed hard. “I think. . .that yes. . .you would love to watch a man devour my pussy.”
“Hmmm.” He tilted his head to the side. “Did you say that answer due to some psychological breakdown in your head? Or. . .is that simply wishful thinking on your part?”
“It may be wishful thinking.”
“You want to be feasted on by two men?”
“Yes.”
“Or even more than two men?”
My skin flushed. “Maybe.”
A dark groan left him. “How much cock do you think you can handle, Nova?”
My gaze darted to the bulge in his jeans.
Fuck.
“Nova?”
“I don’t know how much cock I can handle.” I blinked. “But. . .it would be interesting to find out.”
“We should figure out your limits before introducing another person to one of our sessions.”
“Sessions?”
“That’s what I call a sexual moment with my lovers.”
“If we. . .invited another man to one of these sessions, would he always come around—?”
“Absolutely not.” No humor flashed on Tristan’s face. “While I can share you once or maybe twice, I am not big on having another man or woman in our bed for too long.”
I blinked. “Another woman?”
“One topic at a time, Nova.”
But, a woman?
He smirked. “For now, just imagine yourself, with your legs spread wide open and countless men surrounding you.”
“O-kay.” I leaned forward. “Then. . .what would happen next?”
“One man slides his cock into your mouth.”
“Mmmm.”
“Next, I slide my cock into your pussy.”
I whimpered. “Oh yeah.”
“One man fucks your ass.”
I wanted to slip my hands along my breast, but forced myself to remain still.
“Two other men spill cum on your breasts as they rub their cocks against your nipples.”
I could already picture myself being passed around by all these men, taken roughly by each of them and used like a toy.